Mary, Little Kendra, And My Forlorn Rebel
I finally heard from my friend Mary who lived in New Orleans. I've been doing my best not to think about her since firing off an email asking to let me know if she was okay. Now that I know she's okay I can breathe a sigh of relief. She'll probably come back to Georgia soon, she says. This is where her family is.
I also spent a good deal of time talking to Little Kendra today. It's been a while since I've really got to spend a few hours on the phone with her. It made me feel a lot better to be able to vent about my current situation for a bit to someone who isn't an immediate part of it. It's hard to get any perspective when it seems like every moment of my life is being consumed by Wyspurr and her issues. I talk a lot to Whorlwind and Brenda, but they're peripherally a part of those issues while Little Kendra isn't even remotely involved.
We did also talk a bit about our "relationship" with each other. We both want to spend some one on one time together soon. I haven't really had undistracted face time with her in years. Not since we walked through the streets of downtown Asheville, holding hands and talking in the misty night air. I'm not in any hurry, though. This is not the time for a new romantic involvement. I just want to make sure the door doesn't close completely while I'm preoccupied with other things and we do have an intimate friendship that could use some care and feeding.
I have two potential possibilities to give my camera some exercise this weekend, but neither are concrete yet. I hope at least one pans out for me. The only shooting I've done in months was drunkenly shooting kid_suicide's Suicide Boy set at the party we threw for Brenda a few weeks ago or playing around with Onie at the Vortex a while back. Nothing that I was really sober for, much less put much energy and thought into it. I really need to stay more in practice if I'm to be able to do any justice to the more serious projects I have in mind.
I finally heard from my friend Mary who lived in New Orleans. I've been doing my best not to think about her since firing off an email asking to let me know if she was okay. Now that I know she's okay I can breathe a sigh of relief. She'll probably come back to Georgia soon, she says. This is where her family is.
I also spent a good deal of time talking to Little Kendra today. It's been a while since I've really got to spend a few hours on the phone with her. It made me feel a lot better to be able to vent about my current situation for a bit to someone who isn't an immediate part of it. It's hard to get any perspective when it seems like every moment of my life is being consumed by Wyspurr and her issues. I talk a lot to Whorlwind and Brenda, but they're peripherally a part of those issues while Little Kendra isn't even remotely involved.
We did also talk a bit about our "relationship" with each other. We both want to spend some one on one time together soon. I haven't really had undistracted face time with her in years. Not since we walked through the streets of downtown Asheville, holding hands and talking in the misty night air. I'm not in any hurry, though. This is not the time for a new romantic involvement. I just want to make sure the door doesn't close completely while I'm preoccupied with other things and we do have an intimate friendship that could use some care and feeding.
I have two potential possibilities to give my camera some exercise this weekend, but neither are concrete yet. I hope at least one pans out for me. The only shooting I've done in months was drunkenly shooting kid_suicide's Suicide Boy set at the party we threw for Brenda a few weeks ago or playing around with Onie at the Vortex a while back. Nothing that I was really sober for, much less put much energy and thought into it. I really need to stay more in practice if I'm to be able to do any justice to the more serious projects I have in mind.